Touring till my limbs ache

Many places and short durations... Wondering at times... after hearing stories from Ashith after his worldwide tour in an attempt to reach India safely and legally, amusing though painstaking!

Many places and short durations...longer durations... amusements... excitements... people never spoken to in college and end being the only other person in that town you know... trip to the barber shop... acclimatising to the circumstances of not having made an appointment for a haircut... being directed to destinations which hold sumptuous history and worth watching... trying to get into the gentleman's club... not being allowed to get in for not displaying an identity on demand... first time kinds with snow and wind and adversely low temperatures... running out of cigarettes and not wanting to shell out a half days wage for a pack of one... Tasting variety foods... closing in variety to cod and chips... Being entertained by the cabbie who was excited that he was going to holiday in Goa... Helluva time... 30 days... Swindon...


Thanks to the itch of not having traveled in a plane for quite some time a looking for a timeout... Indian cheapest flight... Air Deccan... destination Delhi... budgetting... place to stay... good friends place... nice place... Red Fort... Qutub Minar... Safdarjung tomb... South and North Block... Raj Bhavan... Lok Sabha... hep Metro... not so hep as those in London though :P... awesome monumental structures... with a sense of belonging... Hilton and Martini... not too good as that of James Bond... faffing and banter... nostalgic old times... good times and bad... stoned and drunk... nice and short... 2 days... Delhi...

Another itch, attending a Bengali wedding, and of course a thirst to see the land of the so called intellectuals, communists, politically superior, whore land of South east Asia... didn't get a chance to get close to that though... Kolkatta... dismayingly filthy... scary looking haunted houses... multiple means of transportation... drag ricks, metros, trams, Yellow Ambi cabs... in more than abundance... Victoria memorial... Howrah Bridge... Ramakrishna Math, Belur... hallucinatingly serene... Vivekananda temples... boat rides to Dakshineshwar... bargain and fights with taxi drivers... Marriage of course, traveled 2200 kms and didn't attend the marriage because it was they got married too late in the night... and I'm not too happy with the Yellow cabs... Another friend... college mate... good fun... afternoon beer and fish... nostalgic times again... whoz getting married... who's screwing whom... opinions... no imaginations please... Sahara pranam... 3 days... Kolkatta...

After having shuttled between Hyderabad and Bangalore for 3 years and once across the border this must have the busiest and enjoyable month, counts in for 3 weekends of travel... leaving for bangalore this weekend... waiting for boss to sanction more leaves...

Glorifying begging as a profession

A usual complaint by many concerned about the social welfare about a state is that there are too many beggars, homeless, destitute whichever adjective describes better! A non-versatile profession but there are surprisingly some who've made their way through it as well.
Interestingly, this article from the ET which marks the trend of another very old profession, the article also throws some light on aspects of lifestyle and attitude.
I sure don't want to make a generalization that beggars are getting richer which wouldn't otherwise change your mind of not dropping a buck at the traffic signal the next time.